(Eddie didn't want to become that good of a liar because he was in part scared of being like his mom. He never wanted to manipulate someone with so many lies that they no longer understood themselves.

He doesn't explain this though. He just nods, considering the few benefits that did come with lying. The guy has a point. Being caught out in a lie was about the worst thing. He'd know from experience- and not from being the liar.

Eddie's eyes magnify in wonder simply because he couldn't wrap his mind around him ever being that useful in a fight. He couldn't lie and say it didn't appeal to him hugely though.)

Are you serious? That must be some kid. (Even if he was taken out- who cared? The fact that he could take down anyone at all...)

Never put up with what? (A real threat?

That would be the dream.)

But I'm- I'm sick.

(No, he was not, and he knows that by now, but he's so thoroughly conditioned that the idea of doing some things made his anxiety spike and this felt like a real possibility. It was as exciting as it was nerve wrecking.)

My lungs aren't good. They-. And I have allergies. That and I'm pretty sure that if I tried to build up anything, I'd just pull something, and my mom says sometimes when you pull something, it can get so bad you have to have surgery on it.